Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Fiji and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Liliput to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Monks. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Accadde A,
Barbara Tucker,
Davy DMX,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nils Olav,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Babytalk,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mummies,
PIL,
Chrome,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The J.B.'s,
The Barracudas,
The Neon Judgement,
Joensuu 1685,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Last Poets,
Joe Finger,
Subhumans,
Neil Young,
Infiniti,
Outsiders,
Aaron Thompson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pylon,
JFA,
DJ Style,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David McCallum,
Depeche Mode,
Hoover,
The Walker Brothers,
Newcleus,
Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Byrd,
The Seeds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gerry Rafferty,
Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultra Naté,
Jawbox,
Freddie Wadling,
Reagan Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
The Angels of Light,
Peter and Kerry,
Cybotron,
Bad Manners,
The Divine Comedy,
China Crisis,
Barrington Levy,
Maurizio,
Glenn Branca,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.